The goals of regaining feeling in this war-torn region are many.
Whether in the past or now, soldiers from the special forces are full of hatred for those rampant terrorists.
They attacked everywhere with weapons and arbitrarily plundered the civilians' remaining supplies.
They have no moral sense, snatch women and children, and kill men who are unable to resist.
When doing business with these culprits who have broken countless families, there is no need to follow the rules.
Before Eric picked his first target, he first visited Mosul, the second largest city.
There should be many familiar faces in the safe zones established by the United States, Britain and France, and it won't take much effort to obtain information about the strongholds.
The next afternoon,
A small cafe in the city center.
In addition to 5 off-road vehicles, there were 3 British armored vehicles and a dozen soldiers with live ammunition outside.
"Captain, do you know their heads?"
Eric, who was in the back seat, opened the door and said, "Don't start a fight and just wait for me to come back."
After he got off the armored vehicle, a middle-aged man in military uniform also got out.
The two walked into the cafe and stayed in the car obediently.
After all, retired people are retired, and those outside are all active duty.
"Okay, why does the captain want to take advantage of others?"
"It's not because of us." Melvin played with the rifle in his hand.
"If we make two or three more deals, we will probably feel better again."
Compared with previous areas, the transaction prices here are obviously higher.
But correspondingly, the risks will be higher.
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In a cafe with only two people.
"Long time no see, Eric."
"Hunter, we haven't contacted you in three years. It turns out you ended up in such a bad place."
"Aren't you the same?" Hunter raised the cup and took a sip of coffee.
"Why, business is not doing well lately?"
Eric sighed softly, "You should be able to receive news from the country here, right?
Congress is discussing a gun ban, and it is estimated that it will be implemented in a few years."
As long as it is legal, fewer and fewer people will buy it.
"That's true." Hunter put down the cup, reached into the inner pocket of his military uniform, took out a document bag and placed it on the table.
"By the way, Vincent is in middle school, right? Is he studying at Eton or Westminster?"
"None of them." Eric sighed again,
"You know this kid's character. Once he decides to do something, even nine cows can't pull him back."
Hunter nodded in agreement, "He is very similar to you in this way. I still remember your heroic appearance at that time."
At the Eton graduation party that year, he watched Eric walk out of school with his application form for joining the army.
Why?
Either finish college and inherit several buildings in the family, or run to a place where Mr. Wayne can't be found.
Perhaps out of admiration, Hunter, whose family ran a hotel, also went to the army after graduating from Cambridge.
At that time, Eric was already a member of the SAS Special Air Service Regiment.
"I almost passed the physical fitness test..." Hunter kept saying this until Eric retired.
"Yingzi is such a ghost. The old man broke off the father-son relationship with me for more than ten years. If Vincent hadn't been born later, I guess he would never want to see me until his death."
"Indeed, your old man's temper is worse than mine."
Eric laughed loudly, "Stop talking about these unhappy things, have you found a marriage partner?"
Hunter immediately turned black, "If I found it, would I still be able to stay in this hellish place?"
"Okay, work hard."
According to the current situation, it is estimated that it is still very early to withdraw the troops.
After a little banter, the two talked about future arrangements.
"I'll stay in the army until I die." Hunter showed his rank of captain in military uniform.
"Tch~ wait until the day you become a major general before you show off to me." Eric drank a small half cup of coffee.
"After I finish the business here, I have to go to France."
"Occupy Paris?"
He rolled his eyes and said, "Transformation, I plan to acquire a car factory."
"Which brand?"
"Bugatti."
Hunter almost spit out the coffee he just put in his mouth.
The global economy has not been very good in recent years, but the traditional car market will be fine.
Supercar market?
The British pound and the Italian lira have just been forced to withdraw from the European exchange rate mechanism. The assets of the rich have shrunk by less than half. How can they spend as much as they used to?
"I wish you good luck." He patted Eric's shoulder and comforted:
"If you can't survive, come back and I'll leave you a position as an adjutant."
"Stand back a little. Captain John McAleese is standing in front of you."
Hunter dared to swear in front of the Queen that he was only envious for a second.
"Do you still want the files?"
"You're already old, and you're still acting like a child." Eric said, putting away the documents at a very fast pace.
"Let's do this for today. Remember to have a drink with me when you return home."
"Then you have to save some money. I'm used to drinking good wine at home, so don't fool me by just looking for ordinary products."
Gamp's vintage social wine...should not be considered an ordinary product.
"I promise you will never forget it."
Hunter, with disbelief written all over his face, walked out of the cafe side by side with him.
There was no conflict and both parties behaved themselves.
Eric got on the off-road vehicle and gradually moved away as he and the soldiers watched.
"Sir, do we want to go back?"
"Let's go back."
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About 20 kilometers east of Mosul city, there is a relatively small village.
Six months ago, more than a dozen terrorists occupied this place.
They dominate the entire village with weapons, and their status is almost equal to that of Allah.
But in the evening, it was all over.
As the first target to regain the feeling, Eric directly led people to rush in.
The AK-47, the favorite of terrorists, is highly lethal and cheap to imitate. Unfortunately, due to its large recoil, its accuracy is always impressive.
What took their lives was FN-FAL, the SLR self-loading rifle.
Mass-produced in 1957, it is one of the three heroes in the automatic rifle industry and is nicknamed "the right hand of the free world."
Those who use them are not ordinary soldiers.
The best of the best, a former member of the Special Air Service Regiment SAS.
Eric sat on the front hood of an off-road vehicle with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.
He took the lighter back and then raised his hand to look at the mechanical watch.
It’s been almost three minutes and it’s not over yet.
Just when he was about to go in and take a look, Hunter came over carrying Melvin who had injured his shoulder.
There is no need for sympathy on the battlefield, but they are not soldiers now.
"Captain, I saved three hostages!" Melvin did not regret it.
Terrorists leave women behind to vent their anger, and children are brainwashed and trained to become "human bombs."
At critical moments, they can also act as hostages.